I fucked **** last night, don't tell mike
this is mike. we're done.
Did you see Brett Michaels get knocked on his ass?
Hurt me personally.
Knocked his cowboy hat off... Bandanna was still good though
Does adding vodka to a protein shake defeat the purpose?
You pointed at his crotch then made a thrusting motion. I think it's safe to say every guy at my college loves you.
So the answer to your question is yes, I was masturbating on the roof of my building.
Excuse me but the alley way I wanted to fuck in happens to be a very nice clean area.
As usual, I had to fight him for his car keys. Though this time he made it to the valet garage. All the Hispanic attendants gathered around and watched. Felt like I was in a cock fight.
He only had napkins in the bathroom... no toilet paper. If I fuck him, am I settling?
After so many times of carrying your puked covered clothes home in a bag on a Tuesday morning, you begin to realize that Fucked Up Mondays aren't a real thing.
Successfully masturbated while balancing on an exercise ball. my greatest accomplishment?
Probably
He came when Ron Burgundy started playing the jazz flute. How do you think it went?
He let him chew on his fu man chew. The man has the patience of a saint
At this point in job hunting, I'm willing to become a leather daddy if it means some sort of income.
I'm not sure you count what happened last night as sex.
My head is bruised from having sex in the backseat of an explorer last night.
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